(Sophia’s POV)
I haven't stopped crying since Sabrina walked out my door three hours ago.
My face is swollen. My eyes burn. My chest feels like someone's sitting on it.
I f****d up. I f****d up so badly.
I was trying to help. That's all I've ever tried to do. But somehow, I made everything worse.
My phone sits on the coffee table, silent now. Sabrina stopped answering two hours ago. All my calls go straight to voicemail. My texts aren't even showing as read.
She blocked me.
My best friend blocked me.
"What do I do?" I say to my empty apartment. "What the hell do I do?"
I've been asking myself that question on repeat since she left, and I still don't have an answer.
Call Richard? He'll just tell me to give her space, that she needs time to cool down.
Go to the hotel where she's s
